The mention of "very expensive" had a powerful effect on Frey. She remained silent as Nathaniel put everything into the refrigerator.
He then walked out with his bowl of noodle soup and took a seat opposite Frey.
The apartment's space was a far cry from the luxurious mansions Nathaniel was used to in Saeville, but he felt surprisingly comfortable in this modest place.
The warmth from the cooking noodles had spread to the dining area, creating a cozy atmosphere with soft lighting and the presence of the woman he cared about.
At that moment, Nathaniel felt a deep fear that she might someday disappear from his life, leaving him forever unable to grasp her again.
He had exerted all his energy to keep her in his life and was exhausted from it.
He wanted to ask Frey to forget the past and start anew, but the words just wouldn't come out.
Sometimes, he regretted seeking revenge, regretted confronting the Gomez family, and the memory of his mother dying in a Newbark City alley haunted him.
He had only wanted to meet Frey, a pure and innocent girl, during that summer vacation, to grow old with her and have a family.
The thought made his throat tighten, and he struggled to suppress it.
He reached out, gently touching Frey’s face, even if it was just a fleeting contact.
Sensing something was amiss, Frey looked up. Nathaniel adjusted the light switch on the dining room wall, flipping it on and off.
"This apartment has a well-designed interior. I’ll ask Koen to find the designer and hire him for the company," Nathaniel said.
Frey smiled, thinking he was acting a bit strange.
After dinner, Nathaniel took the initiative to wash the pot and then returned to the living room to unpack his toiletries and other belongings.
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